170 The Other Shadow (1/2)

Elric's soul was unbelievably terrifying. His mere presence in the astral realm seems to create distortions in the space and the King could not help but gulp from the overwhelming pressure pressing down on him.

”This is the soul of the man I was trying to take over?” The King thought in regret. No wonder he was not able to finish it even if he pulled out all of his spiritual power to the cursed knife.

Despite his effort to push the knife deeper in order for the cursed knife to completely shatter the soul inside, Elric's own soul seems to have found a way to wake up just in time and resist the killing surge of the curse.

It took him quite a good deal of resources just to find a clue for the perfect vessel. Who would have thought that it was the same vessel that would bring his sudden downfall?

He was a Shadow King!

A being that was feared by the majority from the Realm of Darkness and other creatures of another realm. He commands hundreds of thousands of Shadows that was scattered across the world, he dominated for thousands of years only to end up sh*tting himself before an overpowered brat!

As a being of the Dark Realm, he naturally craved light and life.

In contrast to the dark realm that was filled with nothing but barren land covered in utter darkness, empty; an atmosphere full of anguish and helplessness. They spend most of their time in savage battles from other dark beings, it was basically called the Dark Hell.

The life of an ordinary human has been greatly coveted in their realm, unfortunately, in order to move from the Dark Realm, one must have the strength to resist the power of spacial turbulence and the watchful eyes of the beings from the opposing realm, the Realm of Light.

Only by forcing themselves in human bodies that they could escape their monitor, until they focused their effort in scanning a human would they know whos really inside the body.

As for the King, he fought, he hides, he survived and lived. For thousands of years, he manages to accumulate enough strength to resist the spatial turbulence in the realm gates and even move fast enough to avoid the gazes from their rival realm.

For another hundred years, he moved from one body and another, taking over the next stronger container currently available.

Until he heard of a certain human who happens to obtain an Ancestral Dragon Essence, gaining the unimaginable power an Ancestral Dragon possesses. Too bad he was not able to move fast enough due to the numerous terrifying entities appearing one after another.

Not to mention the God Reckoning Tribulation that ended the entire event was strong enough to finish him in one go.

So he based his time, releasing thousands of shadows across the world in search of a clue of the human who suddenly banished after the tribulation. Another purpose of his shadow being left behind is for him to have instant access to the physical realm in case the human reappeared again.

These, in exchange for almost seventy percent of his entire power which ended up for him being called the weakest King from the twelve Kings of the Dark Realm.

For ten years he waited, for ten years he took the full brunt of humiliation from the other kings which eventually led to him losing most of his trusted subordinates. Even the Emperor of the Dark Realm refused to call him a King. He was pushed over, he was laughed at but he just smiled.

Once he found that human, he would not hesitate to take it over right away, and by the time he could fully assimilate it and learn to control the Ancestral Dragon's essence, the first thing he would do is to take over the entire Dark Realm, then the Emperor, followed by the entire Realm of Light.

It was a grand ambition indeed, but he believed it was not impossible.

But as it turns out, fate seems to have played him.

If only the human was still the same as before, he could have easily taken it over. He never expected the bastard to reappear with a bunch of unexpected abilities.

On top of the Ancestral Dragon's essence tightly sealed in his dantian, the Authority of fire and water he possesses and the unbelievable spiritual ability that he accumulated was a variable he never expected to pop out.

His mere presence alone could probably stand against an Emperor!

It was safe to say that he was a worm trying to devour an anaconda.

”Please, I beg you. Spare me! I will not do it again!” helpless and scared, all he could do is kowtow in front of Elric's massive etherial figure hoping to gain another chance.

If sweat could come out in the spiritual realm, the King could have been swimming in his own by this time already from the anxiety he was feeling at the moment.

Then Elric's massive figure suddenly compressed into a smaller size, just roughly the same size as the King's spirit.

In the spiritual realm, Elric looked the same as his old self.

His old skinny and weak looking self.

The King was shocked. Elric transformed to the young man he saw ten years ago. It was this same face that he wanted to take over so much. Unfortunately, despite the soul he wanted to crush so bad was just standing in front of him, he does not have the strength t back his wishes.

Elric may look like his weak old self, but the eyes glowing in his spiritual figure betrayed him with the immeasurable pressure it brings.

”Where's my grandma's soul?”, Elric suddenly asked via spiritual communication. His mouth was not moving but his voice was as clear as the glowing eyes he shows.

The King suddenly frowned, ”g-grandma?.. What do you me-”